"Good," Old Sir Cheng Tianhua's voice rose in the group chat, "Advance next, and then lie in ambush nearby. Where is Xuanwu Squad now?"
"(212, 122)."
"Conduct reconnaissance, and once the enemy is spotted, lie in ambush on the spot."
The sound of grenade explosions rang out, signaling that a North American team coming for reinforcement had just entered the ambush zone, only to be blown sky-high by a sugar bomb.
The bodies of the fallen were quickly swallowed by a bloodbath, vanishing without a trace.
Faced with this result, Cheng Tianhua showed no joy, but like an experienced commander, he issued one calm order after another.
Unlike the composure here, the North American players were now in complete disarray.
They hadn't heard the sounds of battle outside, after all, the storm masked everything.
But the defeated players had sent their attack alert to the chat group, informing them they were under attack by Huaxia players.
